I had invited my girlfriend over to my apartment for the first time recently. We were new to the relationship and I had been on my best behavior throughout. At the time she arrived I was watching my favorite college football team and was into the game when she cuddled up next to me on my couch. I could tell something was on her mind. I asked her what was wrong “I’m seriously thinking about getting a breast reduction.” she said. Hold the phone, I thought, College Football could wait. “What do you mean” I asked her. “Well just this past week I had two incidents where my boobs got in the way of what I was doing.” I was intrigued and asked her to continue. “On Tuesday I was shopping at a department store and I knocked some clothes off of a clothing rack with, well… my rack! A salesman was watching and I could tell he had never seen anything like that before. He was nice and everything and we got to talking and he asked for my number. Of course I didn’t give it to him but the whole situation was embarrassing.” My boobs just keep getting in the way .” Being the good boyfriend I pulled her closer to me. .
Tag: Girlfriend
[MF] Her ass is my greatest distraction
It was only a few weeks into lockdown and the burden of working from home was starting to get to me. I found myself just staring out the window or just browsing random sites. Anything but actually getting work done. It was easy to get distracted having my girlfriend working opposite hours from me. I can’t complain about the amazing cooking, though. That helped make it fun and helped me put on an extra 20lbs.
This one particular day I was, again, procrastinating and putting work on the back burner. I could hear my girlfriend reading to herself out loud. She was studying for her English test and needed to practice her pronunciation. It was cute background noise, but background noise nonetheless. Rather than disturb her, I put on some headphones and tried to get to work.
That lasted all of 20 minutes before I was lost on some other internet adventure. I decided I should take a quick break and reset. I grabbed a glass of water. Opened and closed the fridge a few times hoping something magically delicious would appear. I hear her working away in the other room on some English phrases.
My Ex, the Masseuse, Won’t Let Go [MF] [Massage] [FemDom] [First Person]
# My Ex; the Masseuse
**Preamble:**
My Ex is the jealous type. Our breakup was one-sided – I felt she was too clingy.
She reacted strangely to the news of my new girlfriend so I agreed to let her massage me one last time – a “friendly” – since she worked at a local beauty shop and “massage” was her specialty.
**Description:**
So I am at her house, naked down to underwear and she somehow sneaks handcuffs on me while I’m laying back and relaxing. I thought the instruction to lift my hands up over my head was a massage position.
She starts to tease and stroke my thighs while asking what my new girlfriend is like. Before I get much chance to react, she cuffs my legs as well. I knew I had to resist but I was reluctant to overreact and was preparing to have a long talk to get us through this.
I protest, lightly at first: “I can’t do this, sorry… just untie me now, we’ll chat”
She pulls my underwear aside and starts stroking my already hard cock; keeps asking if my new girl can do it this good.
Couples Trip to the Euphoria Hotel (MF) (freeuse) (audience)
When the cab pulled up to the luxurious resort, Aaron stretched and grab their bags, while his girlfriend, Angela, sighed and rubbed her neck. They were excited, but after their nightmare travel, they were exhausted. After being handed a tropical drink at the front door and a pair of green wristbands, a dude, named Chris, with a shockingly tight polo that read “Euphoria” was checking them in, and discussing hotel rules when Angela and Aaron did a double take.
Chris laughed. “Yes, we often get those reactions. Some people like to test our rules right away, some wait and watch, but everybody gets the hang of the free use regulations and open sexual environment.” Aaron asked, “do you get a lot of couples here with those rules?” “Oh yea, plenty of couples visit. Many are repeat guests!”
Chris helped Aaron bring their bags up to their room. In the elevator, Angela’s mind vacillated between the hotel’s rules and the image of Chris, tall, lean and blonde, and her Aaron, muscular, milk chocolate, carrying the bags, with both thoughts building a warm pressure inside her.
Couples Trip to the Euphoria Hotel (MF) (freeuse) (audience)
When the cab pulled up to the luxurious resort, Aaron stretched and grab their bags, while his girlfriend, Angela, sighed and rubbed her neck. They were excited, but after their nightmare travel, they were exhausted. After being handed a tropical drink at the front door and a pair of green wristbands, a dude, named Chris, with a shockingly tight polo that read “Euphoria” was checking them in, and discussing hotel rules when Angela and Aaron did a double take.
Chris laughed. “Yes, we often get those reactions. Some people like to test our rules right away, some wait and watch, but everybody gets the hang of the free use regulations and open sexual environment.” Aaron asked, “do you get a lot of couples here with those rules?” “Oh yea, plenty of couples visit. Many are repeat guests!”
Chris helped Aaron bring their bags up to their room. In the elevator, Angela’s mind vacillated between the hotel’s rules and the image of Chris, tall, lean and blonde, and her Aaron, muscular, milk chocolate, carrying the bags, with both thoughts building a warm pressure inside her.
The time my girlfriend (21) moaned “I love you” over and over as she came [MF]
This story happened with a girl I dated for just under a year, fell head over heels in love with, and has the best sex of my life. Many of my stories will be featuring her. I do not share pictures and I will use a fake name, Alice. My fake name will be Simon.
Alice and I met at university. We did not know each other for the first two years but the third and final year our friendship and subsequent relationship flourished. The first time we had sex, I fingered her until she squirted fourteen times. I thought this was impressive until she told me, unbeknownst to me, that squirting is not the same as an orgasm. An orgasm is far, far better and far more difficult to achieve.
Our first night together was rough, quick and drunk. As the relationship went on, we started to have a variety of sex with a variety of fetishes including: Roleplay, light BDSM, domination, fem-dom, voyeurism. If you would like to hear any of these specific stories, let me know and I will write them!
Rubbing One Out In Public (M)(F)Big Cock Big Boobs
(Part One) I had been going through an interesting relationship with my current girlfriend. I say interesting because although we’ve gone out on a few dates we’ve only been truly intimate on the phone. Yeah we’ve made out once or twice and it’s been great but what Allison, my girlfriends name seems to be really good at is teasing me. Which up until this point I have to admit has been fun. But what I want is the real thing. One or really two major reasons for this is that Allison possess a huge set of 40DD breasts. At least that what she says on the phone and from what I’ve seen in her clothing on our dates seems to certainly be true.
Wondering what most people enjoy
So, I write erotic literature for fun from time to time, depending on free time and inspiration. Since I started I think I made some big improvements in my writing, and I tried to write in different styles and about different things. Things I would like to know are what other people enjoy reading (sometimes I want to write the same story in 5 different styles) so here are my questions:
1. Do you prefer stories being written in 1st or 3rd person?
2. If the story is being written in 3rd person, do you prefer it being told from, for example, boyfriend/husband/girlfriend/wife point of view or neutral point of view?
3. Do you prefer direct speech in stories or not? If you like direct speech in stories, do you think it can be too much, or not enough of it?
4. Do you find it more interesting to read about sex encounter or the things that led to it?
5. Do you prefer wide spectrum of words being used or stick to few simple ones?
6. Do you have anything else specific that you like in stories?
Cherry on Top, Chapter 4 [Mf] [Incest] [Father/Daughter]
[Chapter 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/l2qe9p/cherry_on_top_chapter_3_mf_incest_fatherdaughter/)
***LEON***
I rapped my knuckles on the top of the divider to Colette’s cubicle. She turned to look up at me, probably seeing the state I was in.
“Colette, could you see me in my office?” I murmured, almost in a rasp. She must have seen the distress on my face and nodded wordlessly. I walked back to my office while she said something to her cubicle neighbor Jasmine. When she entered she closed the door behind her.
“I should start charging by the hour,” she joked, and I chuckled once before my smile slowly faded. “So… You look miserable today. How is it that we talk about finding happiness, and two days later you look like this?” She regarded me with sympathy and worry, and I sighed.
“It’s not really related,” I explained, rubbing my brow. “Cherry broke down yesterday, wanting to know more about her mom.”
Colette stared at me, then blinked in incomprehension. “I’m sorry for being blunt, but what’s wrong with telling her? I mean, what was she asking to know about?”
I gulped. “Her name. How I met her. How she died.”
I asked [m]y g[f] to participate in a massage therapist roleplay. She agreed.
I asked my girlfriend to participate in a massage therapist roleplay. She agreed. One night, seated on the couch, I mentioned to her that I was going to go out to get a massage. She grinned at me, clearly getting the hint. I went out, gave her some time to prepare and texted her.
“Hello, I found your number online. Is is true you are offering massages?”
After a couple of minutes, she replied.
“Sorry, what’s your name?”
“My name is B. I found your advertisement online about a relaxing massage.”
“Hi Mr. B., indeed I do massages but I’m not in the spa anymore. I’m already home.”
“That’s too bad then… I was in the neighborhood and was wondering for a massage.”
“If you really want that we can try to do in my place, but I don’t have the proper bed and creams, so I don’t know if it would work for you. And I don’t have the pin machine, so you would have to pay in cash.”
“I don’t mind, I just had a stressful day and would like to relax a little bit. Maybe you could improvise with the bed and creams?”